TRACEY JON

TRACEY JON

I didn’t give you life
I assisted as the wife
I kept you safe and secure
Until you became you
You Arrived

What was I doing all that time?
I didn’t compose an essay or rhyme
Or a song of your attributes so clear
Send you the White Lilies so dear
You are My Son

I was watching you become a man
Who had outgrown my limited span
I was marveling at how you had grown
I loved you with love long known
I Am Your Mother

My Mission Statement was well stated
To build character on a Foundation slated
To offer to this vast, and needy world
One human who would give a pearl
You Accomplished

I, however, knew that there would always be
A bond unbreakable between you and me
Even when you took Joy as your wife
And added the five to your life
They Became Mine

Tracey Jon, you, the gentle and the bold
Uncompromised, untouched, unsold
No bidder of Expediency
Can tempt your tried Constancy
You Are the One

Earthene Fleming
Thursday, August 11, 2005

Author's Comments:
"My gift to each of my children is this legacy. It is the best that I will leave them; maybe the essence of this gift will last a lifetime and into the next generations."